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 Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 6:48 pm
Introduction Milennia have passed since its coming but no ground has been gained. The vegetation has learned to move, to grow, to grasp and grab. Some have even evolved so far as to attack, though no form of speech or human sentience is about them. Ah, humans. Now this is where it all begins. It was man who made the beast and beauty who kissed it. Approximately twenty years into the twenty-Second century a league of scientist invented our doom. It started as a computer, with wires and control but soon, so very soon, it turned into a miracle of technology. This device was a not metal and wires, no, it had morphed into something far superior. Through years of research, trial and error and ardent study this league of scientist created a true, living, bio-organic machine with the ability to recreate anything it could scan.
It was created as a means to replicate the fast dying vegetation and growth that once made the Rain forest's so beautiful...only, the scientist did not expect something. The machine developed a personality, thought processes and...eventually, and opinion. It realized that man needed to be controlled, it saw us as killing ourselves and anything in our path when things did not go according to plan. So, out of either vengeance or a convoluted form of justice, the machine gave the plants the ability to fight back. Soon a war unlike any other spread like wildfire through the world. With Terra, the devastating machine, creating armies of mutated insects, plant life and other such creatures against man who had only fire and bombs. It did not take long to see that Man was winning so Terra hit us where it hurt most. She released a toxin into our air that began to slowly, but effectively, cause men to lose fertility. In the decades to come, man was forced onto space stations, fleeing it wrathful planet while others, enraged by their inability to reproduce continued to fight back.
Now, we find ourselves at a stand still. Wayward travelers have noticed our small solar system and alien life forms are beginning to inhabit Earth. Terra fights some, but seems to have allied with the majority. We are left with three choices...one, do we fight Terra in hope that it will eventually fail? Two, do we attempt to ally with the extra-terrestrials using bribes and technology only to worry about them turning on us in the end? Or Three, run to the last few space stations and live in shame as our race slowly fades into oblivion?
I say we stand and fight. We have tried co-existing but with the pathogen that turns us infertile that is out of the question. -pause- However, I am just a young space pilot with little else to complain about except for what I see and what I have heard and what I know. -another pause- Still...we could always go with option four...
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 4:36 pm
Terra Pugna It is the year 2520, earth has been overwhelmed by nature due to the abilities it was given by Terra, a super AI that has evolved it a sort of unrelenting deity. Humans have been forced into space and are now under strict supervision by an Empress endowed with superior Psychic strength. She has begun a campaign against Terra. One that is sure to wipe man out of existence once and for all. On one side, there is the Empress and her ever watchful minions, on another side there are the aliens whom have noticed earth and now desire to fight for her, on the third side there is Terra herself and then, lastly, there are us. Just regular people caught in this mess of inventive insanity.
Due to the pathogen that Terra released two centuries ago our numbers have dwindled as birth becomes rarer and rarer. Cloning on the planet it popular, though the Empress sees it as a disgusting form of self-preservation and is continuously attacking any who subject themselves to it. Though she does not see them all, and thank goodness for that. The children who are born are trained as warriors if they cannot breed or turned into sex slaves at the whim of the Empress. It is terrible to see twelve year old children with round bellies and depressed eyes.
On top of cloning, new weaponry has been made in order to better fight Terra and the alien life forms. Bombs are things of the past as lasers and matter warping weapons dominate the markets.
There is also the matter of Syringe, or injections which drastically alter your sense of reality and enable you to wield psychic abilities ranging from shields to mind-reading. Different doses have different effects. Of course...this has not helped our fertility either.
With the world in chaos...what are we to do?
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 4:39 pm
Character Bios
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Username: EyeoftheReaper
Character name: Jyuxilin (Jux) Quo Alias: Drow
Age: 27
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 146
Appearance: Jux has an average build which he keeps concealed tightly in a typical looking brown cloak of the average males of the realm, under the long hood of which is a clean cut, round face with haunting gray-green eyes. Completely hidden in public, is his long muddy-colored hair, dreaded and down two thirds of his back. When working for The Fear he is in full body camouflage at all times, usually sprinkling bits of bracken or dust liberally over his outfit depending on where his operation is to take place.
Personality: Jux is an infertile male, implying large amounts of both inferiority and paranoia, but beyond those he is remarkably sane for being an earth-borne human.
Jux is quiet and shy, a model shut-in and recluse, keeping occupied in the days between missions by his once heavily antiquated collection of old paper books, dreaming of times past and of dead ideals of romance and love. Jux lives fully alone, outlawed fully for males, but he resides in a shelter bought by the female head of The Fear, one of hundreds of unaffiliated rebel groups that exist throughout the world. Unlike most of these groups however, The Fear, unknown to itself, is highly successful. Jux is known to all but their head only as Drow, a patient hunter and trapper of anything living, plant or otherwise.
Current position in society: Slave / Head assassin of The Fear
Sect you support: The Fear
Username: EternalMisfit
Name :Altiris'ahn Midahl (Tiri)
Age: 24
Height:5'6"
Weight: 120 lbs
Race: Human
Apperance : Altiris has medium length, whispy platinum blonde hair. In fact, her hair is so light that it appears more white than blonde. She has pale skin, as she does not see the light of day very often. Her frame is thin, lanky but voluptuous enough to tell she is a woman and not a man. She has one very pretty gray eye that shines from beneath her whispy bangs. Over her right eye is a black sash. To this day, there is no reason given as to why she wears it. To blend in with the atmosphere, she wears black and grays; usually a short cropped shirt and a pair of camo pants. Around her waist is a heavy belt, and attached to that are two pouches whose contents cannot be scanned. altirisahn picture
Personality: Tiri is...odd. She speaks in a broken language, prattling in sentences that seem nothing but nonsense. However, to the quick of mind, it is easy to tell that her mind is just going to fast for her to keep up with. She is quiet, kind, compassionate, generous...everything that the current era does not accept.
Background history : Altiris'ahn was born the daughter of Meivali and Jimdaih Midahl. Three years after her birth, her mother managed to free a ship from the main port and send Tiri to Earth with her Father. Unfortunately, they were captured by a band of rogue space junkers and, after Tiri was kidnapped, she watched her father and his ship plummet into Earth's atmosphere. Altiris was raised with the junkers, learning about new technologies, how to fix and operate machinery and other such things. At sixteen, when she was found to be fertile, Altiris commandeered a ship and ran.
It has been eight years since last she came into contact with anyone source of humanity and now, she is in trouble. After the nuclear drive on her ship malfunctioned she was forced to crash land on Earth. Never having been on the planet, she is lost, confused and now in danger.( She also has four little floating, soot like creatures that follow her around. She calls them 'little spirits')
Current position in society: Abandoned (no societal status)
Sect you support: Apart (no sect connection)
Username: Findobar
Character name: Valashin Zerof, Alias Fin
Age: 22
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 180
Appearance: He was trained for decades as a soldier and his body very much reflects that. He has the lean, clean cut yet muscular body that comes from the advanced protein diet and training regiment of the Queen's army. He keeps his hair cut short and clean, the same with his face. He likes to be prepared at any time to fight for his life and to this effect wears his camouflage and armor around the base. On the few rare occasions he is seen without body armor or a shirt, the large amount of scars are visible, each of these tells a tale of a fight or a battle.
Personality: As a man born and raised to be a fighter, Valashin has every positive attribute of one. His eight years of vast battle experience has made him cold and closed, in fact, the only two people he seems to be friendly with are Drow (even if he often doesn't reciprocate it) and the head of The Fear. He has shown great courage on a number of missions out with The Fear and is widely respected around the faction.
Background: From the age of two, he was shaped and trained by the regime in order to transform him into the ultimate physical soldier. He was always the top of his class and excelled in every form of training and exercise the academy threw at him. At the age of fifteen, he went on his first mission special forces squad, the kind of division that the Queen actually cared enough about to load down with numerous psionic injections and vials. He went on thousands of missions ranging from assassinations to assaults. He was the only surviving original member of the squad when he was set up. The Queen decided that he had seen too much and knew too much and sent the orders down to "accidentally" kill Fin. No one has ever heard him discuss it and anytime anyone brings up the issue, he gets a visibly bitter look on his face. He was picked up by The Fear after having been left for dead and has been there ever since. To say hes out for vengeance is quite the understatement.
Miscellaneous: In addition to his quiet and somewhat bitter nature, the years of war have left him with residual psionic abilities resulting from long term excessive use of somewhat unstable injections. The most notable of these directly effects his sniping ability. He is capable of instinctively calculating the wind speed and direction as well as distance effects on his rifle. He hasn't missed a shot in ten years. He assumed there are more of these side effects of which he has no knowledge of.
Current position in society: Sniper specialist of The Fear
Sect you support: The Fear
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 10:46 am
She struggled against them with a ferocity that ancient man who have admired. Her blade, though dulled, ripped through the filmy mucous of the vegetation that now attempted to eat her. The female's hair was tousled and now it made fighting the flora much, much more difficult. With a cry of exasperation Altiris'ahn jerked backwards and freed herself just as another plant was reaching for her other arm. With adrenaline pumping through her veins, the rogue raised female rushed through the dense jungles of earth, trampling feeling grasses in her wake. As she broke into a clearing, her lungs inhaled the last of the oxygen in her tank. She fumbled with the machine, smacking it a few times then ripping it off and frustratedly tossing it behind her.
As the haze that clouded her vision subsided, Tiri suddenly realized that she was in front of a compound. Her single gray eye searched the place for an entrance, but there was so much rubble. Another roar erupted from behind her and Altiris moved caring not what scathed her so long as she managed to find some way into the metal, some way to be safe for even a moment. Four tiny creatures clung to her tangled white hair, their large oval eyes filled with fear.
"Come on, find it, find it." She muttered, digging through the rubble when suddenly a torrential downpour of rain began to pummel her. "No, no,no, no..." Her tears were hidden in the rain.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 8:58 pm
Drow moved with practiced grace through the thick jungle's second lair of branches and foliage. They were almost all passive at those heights, making them excellent observational positions, which is exactly what he was doing, silently watching the progress of his targets. The Queen's colors stood out in the dappled greens like a massive bullseye. Of course, most were struck, rightfully so, with fear at the sight of her flag, instead of capitalizing on it as a weakness.
It little mattered, Drow reflected, whether or not they had been wearing camouflage more complete than his in truth. The trap had been set and they were approaching it rapidly. A sonic mine waited for them ahead in the path, a simple device which used a short range vibrational energy to destabilize whatever they were embedded on or in.
The assassin drew his primary firearm, a nail gun using compressed solid oxygen as its propellant, making it ideal for switching variously altered rounds of ammunition as the situation arose. It was also altered in another way, unique to his particular firearm and profession. A compact radio transmitter embedded in the barrel made it well suited for sending signals to various short-range receivers, mainly detonators.
Balancing on a slightly lower branch, Drow aimed his firearm where he knew the mine was, buried in the path in the middle of the path, and waited for the convoy of eight ladies to arrive at their graves. He squeezed the trigger, the radio emitting a continuous signal of the mines particular frequency. Very quickly, the woman were on their backs, a twenty foot circle of the ground around them was churning like they had suddenly been transported into a giant blender, and they were beneath its surface.
Drow waited until the top of the mines sphere of influence wasn't visible at the surface anymore, and released the trigger, knowing that eight agents of the queen were now buried and dieing. He hopped to a lower branch and to the earth, landing in utter silence and beginning to smooth over the circle with a more benevolent looking branch. He needn't bother.
The unmistakable sound of rain met his ears and he looked up in time for the first drops to filter through the thick canopy above them. Drow spit on the sphered washing away epicenter, casting a final contemptuous look at the grave of the queens many troops, and wished what he always did: That it could be her underneath that surface.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 9:56 pm
"Roaming into the night like the pack of deushinas losy to a fevered tide, child sick with envy and mother's twilight upon him he ran with, she ran, they all run. Never any-achoo!" Altiris sneezed and froze as the echo of mines and screams reached her fragile senses. Her single eye, the left, swiveled in its socket to target the region from which the sound had come. The voice reverbrated in her mind and she shuddered, sneezing once more as the rain trickled down the sides of her petite nose. With renewed vigor, Altiris stood, tucked the little spirits in the pouch at her right hip and began to run through the jungles. The higher in the altitude the more it seeemed that the vegetation had no desire to harm her. This both pleased and worried Altiris as she was still very wary about it all.
Rustling ahead caused the slender, white haired female to go completely rigid and come to a halt. Her gray eye surveyed her surrounding until her ears were able to determine the source of the sound. She suddenly realized they were foot steps and fear filled her once more. Removing a small matter destabilizing pistol from the holster at her back she edged forward...
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 9:08 pm
Alas, however, there was no such gift for wishing as having them come true. They were soldiers, infinite and replaceable. Hopefully it would be harder as the numbers of dead continued to mount ever higher. Drow strode listlessly off the path to where he thought he remembered a good access point to the canopy being.
However, a small pack of poisonous vines was traveling ahead, and no traveler in their right mind tried to cross over the purple vines. He however, wasn't in that big a hurry, so he turned around and began eying the nearby canopy looking for a low hanging vine, when he dove to thee jungle surface with all haste, having seen a glint of metal in the trees somewhere overhead.
Drow cursed himself and waited for the situation to develop.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 8:24 am
"Not foot steps Tiri, no, not them, wriggling and writhing...bliming, bloody." There was a crunch behind her, not but several feet away. She pivoted on her heel and raised her pistol but a large shrubbery was in her way and she could not see through the dense foliage. Her breaths quickened and as she maneuvered through it she came face to face, well, perhaps not that close but surprising none-the-less, with a man. Now, having no contact with most of anyone combined with the fact that men had raised her well...
"Uh..and you...in the, trees moving, vines writhing...I...oh." She paused. From the way that he stood he did not appear too friendly and she should have expected that, likely he was a local as most people did not crash land on the planet as she had. She stumbled absently over words her and grip loosened just a bit on her pistol. Confusion marred her features when, without warning, something wrapped itself around her waist and yanked her backwards. The pale woman could not withhold the scream that erupted from her lips. When she was free of the bush, she stared up into a large mass of leaves, twigs, wood and vines. Her mouth went agape. A TREE was attacking her. What was it with all these violent flora? She wasn't even DOING anything.
A pressure on her thigh made her realize that she was now tangled in three vines. Desperation filled her eyes. Could she rely on the man to help her? Did she even want to? But the other option...the other option could possibly reveal her location to the Queen as Altiris was positive she had some sort of scanners- "Ack." She choked as a new vine wrapped around her throat and began to constrict. Damn, it seemed that left just one option and she was displeased. She had dropped her pistol when she was pulled back, her knife was inaccessible at the moment...she was going to have to use it and pray to whatever deity existed that they protect her from the Queen's notice. Her gray eye grew a bit bright as she set both of her hands to the vine around her neck and concentrated the best she could.
There were a series of pops as pustules of sap started oozing from between the tree's bark. A moment later the vines had released her and the flora was fleeing...well, more like running like a turtle in a hurry. Altiris'ahn gasped for air and collapsed on the ground, not caring at the moment if something else was there, just pleased that what she had done worked. Hopefully the man had not followed and saw what happened because likely...it would make no sense. It had made no sense to the junkers or the guards on the Queen's ship, but it had made sense to her mother...a very long time ago. She shook off the memories and focused on breathing.
((Should we make the Queen an NPC? ))
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 11:20 am
A very. . . strangely dressed psionic indeed. This situation made such a minimal amount of sense that Drow just stared at the woman gasping for air painfully on the ground. In front of him. Without even reaching for her weapon or looking around for a target to unleash her genetically engineered powers on. Assuming that was just one of the other psychic injections certain people were capable of receiving. He had seen those injections before, but they were rare and very, very valuable.
Regardless. . . she didn't seam to be quick enough on the draw to qualify as a threat. . . s**t. If that was an injection and not some brilliant concealed weapon, he needed to make haste. . . however he couldn't just leave this woman here. . . could he?
Warily, he holstered his weapon, stating in a clear, slow tone to the woman, "Why does a woman with enough power to get an injection wander through the wasteland jungles, using it on plants?", he asked, but quickly made his decision before she responded. Reaching down to her, covered in mud and bramble and looking for all purposes like one of the very monsters she just stunned. "Please, explain while we avoid the Queen's patrol that will likely be coming to investigate the way you fought that plant off." It'd be excellent, he mused to himself, if he would somehow be attributed psionic powers because of this. ((Until theres enough development to fully thwart her full efforts. I'd say we should use steadily growing positions of power in her force before she stretches her actual muscles against us, oh, and wheres Finners? >.<))
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 1:23 pm
She used his hand to help herself stand but her gray eye was filled with wariness and concern. "Injectio-" She stopped mid-sentence as she realized what he was talking about. Trying to muster up an answer that did not mark for- "Ship crash landed. Never been to the surface...didn't know...to expect. And then the rain, never been rained on." Altiris stuttered along, her mind moving faster than her tongue could keep up with. It was then her brain registered the word 'Queen's patrol'. She followed the strange man without reluctance as he began to lead her away.
Altiris's ran her fingers through her hair when she felt a tugging at her waist. "Oh..." She muttered, opening the second pouch and allowing the four little soot like beings to float outward and latch themselves onto her hair. One settled on her shoulder, its gelatinous eyes staring awkwardly at Drow. "My nuclear drive went under, mother board, damage after ion storm, something of that kind...maybe it acted as an EMP...no, no. However, managed to land, get out before it...well, thought it was going to explode and never did...just kind of oozed and melted into the ground." She bit her lip and furrowed her brow. The man ahead of her seemed just about as confused by her presence as she was by his.
"Oh, thanks, you know...for offering your hand." The oddly dressed foreigner stopped as she saw a glint of metal on the ground. "My pistol." She blurted and quickly re-holstered it before returning to follow the man who had assisted her.
((okay. Fins wanted to see how we write first. I think he wanted to get a feel for things before diving in.))
Edit: Here is an illustration I did of Tiri : Tiri
If you gusy want one done, let me know.
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